Free Ride with Me by Chelsea Camaron, Ryan Michele

that.
    “Do that again and I’m tying your hands and feet to the fucking bed,” I threaten.
    She sighs, releasing my hair, knowing I would do it in a heartbeat. Fuck, just the thought of her spread out for me like a feast is enough for my dick to be painfully hard.
    Placing my hands under her knees, I press her to bend them, opening her up wide for me. My nose brushes where her shorts end, and she gasps as her hips start to jolt, but she stops herself, keeping them pressed to the bed. I fucking love that shit, love that she knows what I like and does her best to do it.
    I rest my mouth over her thin, gray shorts, only allowing the hot air of my breath on her pussy. Her hands come to my shoulders and her nails dig in. It’s probably killing her not to move. I inwardly smile.
    I continue to taunt her through the fabric with my teeth and lips, the scent of her arousal deepening by the second. After long moments, my dick aches to be inside my woman, and I will him to hold the fuck on.
    Princess’ breathing turns into pants. “Cruz, please.”
    I nip her pussy lips hard, and she screams.
    I pull back, giving her room. “Clothes off.” I love seeing how fast Princess moves when it’s something she wants. “Slowly,” I call out, and she almost pouts but complies.
    She slips her hands in the waistband of her shorts and pulls them from her legs along with her thong. Her pussy lips glisten, beckoning me to come and get a taste.
    She raises the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, and then slips easily out of her bra.
    Now it’s my turn to start panting. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Those damn pert tits that I swear have gotten fuller call to me for a good suck.
    “On your back, legs open.”
    Her brow quirks and her hip juts out just a touch. “You think so, big guy?”
    I love it when she gets playful, too. Fuck, there isn’t anything I don’t love about this woman.
    “I fucking know so.” I lunge fast, gripping my arms around her waist and pulling her flush against my body, the heat from her sleepy silkiness warming me.
    I lift one arm between her breasts and wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse beat beneath my fingertips. Her hands come to my thighs as her body quivers.
    With us both up on our knees, my dick presses into her back. I give my hips a jerk, hoping to relieve my dick a bit. It doesn’t work, only adds to my hardness.
    My lips to her ear, I ask, “Do you want me to fuck that wet pussy of yours?” My grip gets tighter, not enough to choke, but enough for her to know I mean business.
    “Yes,” she says hoarsely.
    I nibble on her earlobe, loving the moans she makes as I lick the shell. Her throat cannot be denied. It’s begging for some attention, too.
    “Oh, God,” she calls out as my lips and tongue make love to her neck, not leaving a single space untouched.
    Princess tilts her head, giving me more skin, and I take every bit of it greedily.
    Her hands leave my thighs, and I threaten, “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.” I growl with a bite between her neck and shoulder, and her hand freezes. “No getting yourself off. I know you’re close, babe. I can feel it in the way your body quivers, but I’m playin’, and your body is my playground.”
    Princess whimpers, “I’m so wet, Cruz.”
    I move my lips to her shoulder blade, kissing and licking. Fuck, this is almost as hot as having my cock inside of her. Almost. From the way her body wiggles, it’s like she wants to get closer, but she wants to get away at the same time. She’s confused as shit, and it will only make her explode around me all the better.
    “I know you are, and you’re going to be dripping by the time I’m done.” I move behind her, going to the other side of her neck. She moves her head in tune with me, and I lay a lazy assault on that side, too.
    Princess’ moans are becoming deeper and more urgent. The taste of my woman is driving me crazy. Fuck! Her body is so goddamned beautiful, I could